Wet under paws and bad tempers {Open}

[Wolfie ☆]

There was a gently splash as the apprentice walked through the undergrowth. He could smell the scents of prey over the scent of the marsh. His ears could even pick up a bit of prey running through the marshes. His one yellow eye absorbed the sight before him while the blue one lay sightless.  His ears prickled as he heard scribbling of a mouse, and the scent clearly declared his senses correctly.


Wolfpaw slowly crouched down and his blind side barring most of the weight. He moved formward and the mouse bolted. He gave chase to the creature. As he was running on his blond side came a bush and he crashed right into it, causing him to lose footing. He slipped and fell straight into the marshes. His pushed himself up and lashed out his soaked tail. His medium length fur clung to his body. 

[lily]

She'd been minding her own business, sulking about in the fen, when a loud splash met her ears. Ivypaw scowled. Her moon of exploring TempestClan's territory had taught her that there are many kinds of splashes. The fen itself seemed to bubble at odd times as the creatures and critters floating about on and underwater went about their business. Voles darted in and out, frogs leaped, and other prey disturbed the water as well. But, this splash, Ivypaw could tell, was caused by a cat.

Her paws carried her swiftly to the location of the now sopping wet apprentice, and she sneered at him. At first she'd been slightly worried - while it was expected to know how to swim, not all of her clanmates did know how - but when she discovered it was Wolfpaw, she couldn't help herself. "Wow, Wolfpaw. Are you blind?" Ivypaw snorted, shaking her head at him. Her face scrunched up a bit as she looked at the tom, and then it suddenly went blank as the fact that Wolfpaw was indeed blind came back to her. "Foxdung! You actually are, aren't you?" She looked remorseful, but she also felt as though she'd rightfully pointed out a flaw. Shouldn't he know to be careful, especially if he couldn't see as well as the rest of them?

ooc: ivy u little shit.

[Wolfie ☆]

Wolfpaw turned his head as another sound crept forward. His teeth drew back in a snarl as Ivypaw came over. With her comment his eye flared with anger. His fur would bristle if it did not cling to his pelt. "You must be blind and mousebrain to not see that and to forget!" He hissed with annoyance.  How dare she come over and taunt him. Does she think his existence was not enough. 


  "Did you just come over here to taunt me or gloat?" He growled as his soaked tail lashed out. If she wanted a fight he sure was willing to give her one. "Or do you think I am unable to take care of myself and needs to be watched like a new born kit!"

[lily]

Ivypaw snorted at him as he snarled at her. "Please," she scoffed, "it was an honest mistake." The she-cat was mostly serious, and she even frowned at him. "I mean -" He cut her off, and it was her turn to snarl. "What do I have to gloat about, Wolfpaw? I don't have anything to hold over you!" The gray she-cat shouted, whipping about and stalking a few tail-lengths away from him.

"Did you ever think that I'd come to make sure you hadn't killed yourself in the water?" She hissed with vehemence, shaking her head at him in contempt. "I care about my clanmates, as mousebrained as they be." Ivypaw rolled her eyes at him. "Neither of us are kits anymore. Calm down. Just be thankful the water wasn't deep, and that it's not cold out." She muttered the last bit, biting at her lip to help calm her quick temper. "Can you swim?" The apprentice asked suddenly, tilting her head curiously, her green eyes narrowed at him.

[Wolfie ☆]

Wolfpaw glared at her and turned his head away and gave a shake to get rid of most of the water droplets that clung to his fur. He looked like a giant rat. "Everyone can gloat that they can see fully. Everytime someone looks at me its like them rubbing it in!" He hissed in frustration. His yellow eye turned back to stare at Ivypaw, but not in the eyes but more like at her ears. 


He glared again at her. He almost told her he wished it had been. Say the clan the affect of training him. "Of course I can seim. I have one eye not lack of simple leg movements!" He grumbled.

[lily]

"Oh, well pardon me! Why don't I go find a stick and gouge my eye out! I'm sure you'd enjoy that, Wolfpaw. Then we'd be equals, wouldn't we?" Ivypaw spat at him, scowling. She'd almost reached a neutral mood when he'd pulled right back down into the pit again! Maybe his wet fur was making him grumpier than usual, but the she-cat could hold her own, especially against him. They were both pretty fiery, but his fire was getting annoying. Hadn't she tried to be nice to him? She sure thought she had been. Her scowl deepened.

"Dear StarClan, did I even mention your eye that time? At least you've got interesting looking ones - not that mine aren't - but multicolored eyes? That's cool! Be thankful for something, why don't ya?" The patched gray she-cat shook her head at him bitterly. "Since you think you're so much lower than everyone - yes, you, don't look at me like that! I made one honest mistake and you're still throwing a fit about it - why don't you prove yourself? Let's race, or see who can catch a frog first, or something!"

[Wolfie ☆]

Wolfpaw snorted with slight amusement at her rant. He looked at her with even eyes and grumbled, "And actually what good would that do for the clan other then give them two burdens?" He flickered his ears, before shaking each paw to get the extra water off.  His glaze shifted down to the ground. "Oh yes, two eye colors, thats just so wonderful. Thank you, Starclan for such a wonderful gift!" He mewed sarcastically. How could she see this as a gift. It was a curse.

"Why so I can hit another bush and end up in the water again?" Wolfpaw snorted and then let out a sigh. It was not her fault for his issuses. Nor were his anger her causing. He gulped and tried to speak calmly, but still came out cold and not entirely friendly. "Race or frog hunt?"

[lily]

Did he just snort at her - like in amusement? She raised her brows as though she couldn't believe it. "Well, you wouldn't be as alone. Even though you're not alone now, even though you think you are." Her words came out a little too sassily, but she didn't correct herself. "If I were you, everytime I did anything normal, I'd be gloating." She snorted.

"Look at me, Orchidpaw, I just mastered this battle technique that you've struggled with all moon in one day and I'm half-blind. Hmph." Ivypaw spoke to the air next to her, using a deeper voice to represent Wolfpaw. "Milk it for all you got! I would!" She was scolding him slightly, but he needed to toughen up! Not every cat was going to give him sympathy - she sure didn't! He was her equal. Who cared about his eyes?

Ivypaw actually laughed at him that time. "You know just as well as I do that I could very well trip and fall into the bog just as easily as you could." She snorted, shaking her head at him before growing cross. "I asked you, didn't I! So you choose." She huffed, sitting for a moment while he decided, her chest puffing out slightly to make up for her size. Even compared to the small tom, Ivypaw was still shorter, and she prayed to StarClan - though she doubted that they heard her - that she'd grow taller someday.

[Wolfie ☆]

Wolfpaw shook his head at her. She thought he was not alone? He'd always be alone. He was not normal. As she said milk it he looked at her. He had problems sinply catching a mouse. How can he gloat if he bring home only a mouse or frog. He let her words go cause there was no use fighting with her over it all. 


Wolfpaw cocked his head to the side, "Atleast you can see both sides! Although it would be amusing to see you look like a wet rat as well." He smirked over at Ivypaw. Then, rolled her eyes at her next response,  "Well uou are the one who want to do this, so you get to pick!" He.grumbled at her.

[lily]

Ivypaw rolled her bright eyes at him, shaking her head as she peered over at the gray and black tom. "Silence? That's new." She mused aloud, snapping her trap shut after, wondering why he had't answer. "If something's difficult, why don't I help you practice?" She was being nice, and her tone was even halfway delicate. "I mean, I'm pretty awful at getting along with others, and you're the same way, so there's no helping each other there." The young she-cat snorted, eyes rolling skyward again. "But you can beat me up, if it helps." Her voice trailed off as she shrugged, her eyes sweeping across the long, damp grasses of the fen.

The humidity in the air was heavy, weighing down her pelt, and she couldn't imagine how warm Wolfpaw would be, with all of his bulky fur. 'At least it's wet.' She thought, snorting lightly at her thoughts. "With this heat, getting in the water doesn't sound too awful." Ivypaw grumbled aloud, shooting a sideways glance his way. "Still can't make your mind up? Let's tack up 'indecisive' on your list of flaws as well." She mouthed off, her tail flicking a mosquito as it flew toward her. "Let's hunt frogs. Maybe you can play dirty and shove me in the water, especially if you're so desperate for me to be a wet rat."